Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Even someone like Zhong Shaohui, accustomed to being a supervisor,

still showed a face full of terror and panic when faced with Lin Mo's aura:

"They are in the study on the fourth floor of the villa."

It took Zhong Shaohui five or six breaths to calm down a bit, but he glared at Lin Mo with such hatred that he almost could have crushed his teeth:

"Young man, I admit that you are strong, beyond what I could have imagined."

"I also admit that I won't live much longer."

"However, do you know who my older brother is talking to right now?"

Seeing that Lin Mo did not speak, a flash of extreme cruelty flickered across Zhong Shaohui's face:

"His name is Zhuo Qianjun!"

"Do you know who Zhuo Qianjun is?"

"Heh heh! A top expert ranked twenty-first on the Emperor List!"

"I heard from my big brother that as early as a year ago, Zhuo Qianjun had already stepped into the realm of Great Grandmaster, and now, he is only half a step away from Martial Venerate."

"Today, even if I die by your hand, you will still be torn to shreds by my older brother!"

Lin Mo still did not say a word, his cold face remained as calm as still water.

Then, Lin Mo turned and walked directly toward the stairwell.

As soon as Lin Mo left, Zhong Shaohui's face became extremely horrified: "Ah!! Damn it, you don't keep your word!! Ah!!"

Before one's very eyes, Zhong Shaohui's feet seemed to have been eroded by the world's most terrifying acid, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a pool of pitch-black, infiltrating blood water.

Death was not scary, but what made Zhong Shaohui utterly devastated was watching death approach step by step, spreading in an extremely cruel and painful way—that was the most frightful, most desperate feeling.

At this moment, on the fourth floor of the villa.

Inside the room, besides Zhong Tianfu and Zhong Yuchen,

there was also a middle-aged man carrying a five-foot long sword on his back.

He was Zhuo Qianjun, the top expert ranked twenty-first on the Emperor List of Huaxia.

Originally, Zhuo Qianjun was only ranked forty-fifth, but a year ago, he had a breakthrough to Great Grandmaster and killed two Martial Arts Masters ranked twenty-third and twentieth, and was promoted directly to twenty-first on the Emperor List.

Of course, his current cultivation level was earth-shatteringly powerful.

After taking Zhong Tianfu's Blue Spirit Root into his embrace, Zhuo Qianjun then took out two elixirs and handed them to Zhong Tianfu with a faint smile:

"These two Fierce Yuan Pills will help your Zhong Family's Grandmaster solidify his realm even more, and there's even hope that he can step into the Half-step Martial Venerate within three years!"

"Also, my master sees great value in the Blue Spirit Root you offered, and in gratitude, I promise that should your Zhong Family ever be in trouble, no matter when, I will step in to help you once."

"What... what?"

Hearing this, Zhong Tianfu and Zhong Yuchen exchanged a look, their eyes becoming extremely shocked and delighted:

"Thank you!! Thank you!!"

You have to know, Zhuo Qianjun was a top expert on the Emperor List.

To receive his protection once could be said to be an absolute safety insurance for one's life, guaranteed without fail!

Bang!

Just then, a sound like a grenade exploding occurred; the door of the room, was blasted into fragments, instantly turning into a heap of rubble.

Lin Mo and his people walked into the room.

The room's Zhong Tianfu, Zhong Yuchen, and Zhuo Qianjun all instinctively looked toward the doorway.

Zhong Tianfu's face darkened, his eyes dangerously fixed on Lin Mo as he asked:

"Who are you?"

Lin Mo did not respond, but Zhong Yuchen, with eyes filled with fear and rage, pointed at Lin Mo:

"Dad, he's that kid named Lin Mo!"

"But, how could he be here?"

"Could it be?"

Zhong Tianfu also thought of a certain possibility, his eyes revealing a sudden change of shock as he stared at Lin Mo:

"Where are my brothers?"

Lin Mo, with one hand in his pocket, replied indifferently, "I killed them."

His voice was extremely casual and calm.

Yet, to Zhong Tianfu and Zhong Yuchen, it sounded like thunder.

"You... What did you say? You killed my brothers?"

Zhong Tianfu's complexion instantly turned extremely menacing, his eyes filled with hatred, venom, and explosive rage.

He felt not only the hatred that comes with losing kin but also the resentment for the loss of the bodyguards and the Bald man, whom he had hired at great expense.

Now they had all been killed by Lin Mo, which was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the Zhong Family.

Although he deeply hated Lin Mo, Zhong Tianfu was not foolish. If Lin Mo could kill his brothers, it meant that even the Bald man was no match for Lin Mo.

Under these circumstances, if he wished to survive, there was no choice but to rely on Zhuo Qianjun.

Without any hesitation, Zhong Tianfu looked towards Zhuo Qianjun, his eyes full of pleading and begging:

"Mr. Zhuo, please make a move to slay this man!"

"To avenge our Zhong Family's deep-seated enmity."

Zhuo Qianjun frowned slightly. He had said before that he could assist the Zhong Family once if their lives were in danger.

But protecting the Zhong Family did not mean he would take a life on their behalf.

After a deep look at Lin Mo, Zhuo Qianjun cracked a slight smile and said:

"My friend, do me a favor and let these two go, will you?"

His tone seemed light, but it contained an element of threat.

While speaking, an intense and powerful aura surged from his body.

However, what surprised him was that Lin Mo's tall, cold figure remained completely unmoved.

Lin Mo's eyes subtly lifted as he glanced indifferently, "Who do you think you are?"

"Heh heh!"

With those words, Zhuo Qianjun's face turned utterly gloomy and cold, his voice becoming somewhat icy:

"Who am I? My name is Zhuo Qianjun, a ranked twenty-one powerhouse on the Emperor List!"

Lin Mo glanced at him coldly, "And then?"

Zhuo Qianjun's expression darkened yet again. He swore that Lin Mo was the most arrogant person he had ever met, and the youngest among the arrogant!

Zhuo Qianjun let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with a chilling glare: "There is no 'and then.' I am telling you that I, Zhuo Qianjun, am protecting these two, and no one can harm them in my presence, including you."

Zhong Tianfu and Zhong Yuchen grew anxious, well aware that Zhuo Qianjun's protection was only temporary.

If Zhuo Qianjun left, they both would still be in grave danger.

Yet, to their utmost surprise in such a situation, Lin Mo, with one hand still in his pocket, stood cold and domineering:

"I'll only say this once; either scram or leave your life behind!"

Lin Mo's arrogant and reckless voice resounded in everyone's ears.

Zhong Tianfu and Zhong Yuchen were both stunned; they had never imagined that Lin Mo would dare to speak to Zhuo Qianjun in such a manner.

Their expressions turned ecstatic in an instant. Great! With this, Lin Mo was sure to die!

Not just them, but Zhuo Qianjun's face too, became extremely sullen. As a top-notch fighter ranked twenty-one on the Emperor List,

when had he ever been threatened? When had a teenager threatened him?

"You—! Seek—! Death—!"

The fury in Zhuo Qianjun's heart almost scattered all his rationality, and the Gang Qi and power within him surged like the terrifying and breathtaking prelude to a tsunami or earthquake.

(The excitement continues tomorrow; don't forget to cast your recommendation ticket. Rest early everyone, and make sure to vote if you have a ticket.)